Her Protective Cowboy (Fit Mountain Cowboys #1)

5. Wyatt

Chapter Five

WYATT

Later that night, I’m lying in bed wide awake, the events of the last twenty-four hours replaying in my head.

If you’d have told me two days ago that I’d fall for a runaway bride who stole my truck, I’d have said you were crazy. But here I am, unable to get the taste of Melody’s sweet lips out of my mind.

Spending the day with her today only confirmed what I already knew deep down.Melody is special.

I know I should be cautious. But damn if every instinct in my body isn’t telling me to protect her, shelter her, give her a safe place to land.

When I pulled her into my arms out on that trail and our lips finally met, it was like coming home and jumping off a cliff all at once. Exhilarating and terrifying and so damn right. I could have kissed her forever, losing myself in the sweet scent of her skin.

But I made myself pull back and go slow. It’s clear she’s been through hell with her ex. And the last thing I want is to scare her off or pressure her.

No, if I’m going to do this, I’m going to do it right. I’m going to be the man she needs, the safe harbor in the storm. I’m going to show her that she can trust me.

For a second, I allow myself a moment of weakness. My hand drifts lower, wrapping around my aching cock.

As I stroke myself slowly, I imagine it’s her hand, her touch and picture her lying in the bed just on the other side of the wall in nothing but my old flannel shirt that she keeps wearing.

Is she thinking about me too? Is she touching herself, biting her lip to keep from crying out my name?The thought sends a jolt of pure lust through me. I grip myself tighter and rock my hips into my fist.

But it’s not enough.

Fuck this. I need her. I need to feel her skin against mine, need to be inside her. I’m done with fantasies. I want the real thing.

Before I can second-guess myself, I’m out of bed and at the door. As quietly as I can, I pad across the hall to her room. My heart pounding in my ears, I raise my fist and knock gently.

A moment later, the door opens.

Melody stands there, her hair tousled, her legs bare beneath the hem of my T-shirt. She looks up at me with those big brown eyes and bites her lower lip. “Wyatt? Is everything okay?”

“No, baby.” A groan comes from deep in my chest. “Everything’s not okay.”

Melody’s breath catches, and I see her pupils dilate. Without saying a word, she takes a step back and lets me into her room. I reach back to close the door softly behind me.

Then I’m on her.

My lips claim hers in a searing kiss, my hands sliding into her hair. I pour every ounce of my pent-up desire into that kiss, every bit of the longing that’s been building since the moment I first saw her.

My tongue slips into her mouth and Melody meets me stroke for stroke, her soft whimpers spurring me on. Then her fingers tangle in my hair as she presses herself closer.

A small voice in the back of my mind reminds me that this is probably wrong. I'm too old for her. She's leaving soon. But as Melody arches into me, I can't bring myself to care.

Having her in my arms feels more right than anything ever has.

I can’t keep my hands off her as I walk her backwards toward the bed. They roam over her lush curves, marveling at the softness of her skin. She’s so responsive she arches into my touch as little gasps and moans escape her lips between kisses.

Melody wraps her legs around my waist and I slide my hand down to cup her ass.

“Good girl.” I pull her tighter against me. “Grind that pretty pussy on my dick.”

She whimpers at my words as I lay her down gently on the bed. I skim my fingers up her smooth thigh. “You like that, don’t you? Like it when I tell you what a good girl you are?”

“Yes,” she breathes. “I’ve been a good girl, Wyatt.”

Just as I crawl onto the bed to cover her body with mine, my elbow lands in a small damp spot on the quilt. The tangy scent of her arousal fills my nose and I nearly black out from lust as I realize what it is.

"Looks like you made a mess in your bed, baby," I growl. "Have you been in here playing with this pretty pussy thinking about me?"

Melody bites her lip and peeks up at me from under her lashes. "Maybe."

"Fuck, that's hot." I trail my fingers higher, grazing the damp lace between her thighs. "Spread your legs, honey. I need a taste."

She obeys instantly, her breathing ragged. I slide my finger into her panties and moan.

“I knew it. So damn wet. So ready for me.” I suck my fingers clean, savoring her nectar. “You taste even better than I imagined."

I want nothing more than to bury myself inside her and feel her tight heat clenching around me.

But I force myself to slow down and savor this.

My hands find the hem of her shirt, and I tug it upwards, eager to feel more of her. Melody lifts her arms and lets me pull the shirt over her head. And then she’s bare before me, all smooth skin and soft curves. I take a moment just to look at her and drink in the sight.

“You’re so beautiful,” I murmur, my hands skimming over her breasts, her stomach, her hips. “So perfect. Every inch of you.”

She flushes under my gaze, a pretty pink spreading across her cheeks and down her chest. I can see the doubt and lingering insecurity in her eyes. It makes me want to worship her and show her with my body how gorgeous I think she is.

I drift my hand lower and slip back beneath the waistband of her panties. I slide a finger inside her, then two, before meeting resistance. Suddenly, a thought occurs to me.

Pulling back a little and looking into her eyes, I ask, “Baby, have you ever done this before?”

She bites her lip and shakes her head shyly. “No. You’re my first.”

A rush of emotions comes over me. I know it shouldn’t matter and I know that I would want her just as much either way. But the fact that she trusts me enough to give me this gift humbles me.

“Are you sure about this, sweetheart?” I brush a strand of hair from her face. “We don’t have to do anything you’re not ready for.”

“I’m sure.” Her eyes shine with trust and desire. “I want you, Wyatt. I want this—with you.”

Melody’s hands are everywhere, tugging at my clothes, seeking skin. I break away just long enough to shed my shirt and pants and impatiently kick them aside. Then I’m back, covering her body with mine and reveling in the feel of her naked skin against me.

Kissing my way down her body, I worship every inch of her. I want her to know that she’s the hottest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.

When I reach the apex of her thighs, I yank down her panties. Then I look up at her and silently ask for permission. When she nods I lower my head and lose myself in the taste of her.

Focusing my tongue on her clit, I slip my fingers back inside her, stroking and suckling until she’s on the edge.

“Let go, baby,” I urge. “Let me see you come apart.”

And she does. With a cry of my name, Melody shatters, clenching and pulsing around my fingers. I work her through it, prolonging her pleasure until she’s boneless beneath me.

I crawl back up her body and kiss her deeply, letting her taste herself on my lips. She moans into my mouth as her hands roam over my back, my arms, and my chest.

“Wyatt,” she breathes. “I want to feel you inside me. Please.”

My dick twitches at her words. I want that more than I’ve ever wanted anything.

I reach down and position myself at her entrance. Then I realize something. “Fuck, Melody. I don’t have a condom.”

“It’s okay,” she says softly. “I’m on birth control.”

The caveman part of my brain loves the thought of having her completely bare, of being able to fill her with my seed and marking her as mine.

“You’re sure?” I ask. I need to know that she wants this as much as I do.

Melody uses her heels to urge me closer. “I’m sure,” she whispers.

With one smooth thrust, I bury myself inside her. A groan of pure pleasure tears from my throat at the feel of her tight heat surrounding me.

Melody gasps and digs her nails into my shoulders as her eyes flutter closed. When she opens her eyes again, they’re filled with so much trust that it steals my breath. Then she rolls her hips, taking me even deeper, and I’m lost.

I start to move, long, deep strokes that have us both moaning. My girl meets me thrust for thrust, and our bodies move in perfect sync.

I’ve never felt anything like this before, this sense of connection and rightness. It’s more than just physical pleasure, though there’s plenty of that. It’s a feeling of coming home, of finding a part of myself I didn’t even know was missing.

As our movements grow more urgent, I know I won’t last long. The sensation of her around me, the sounds she’s making, the look of pure ecstasy on her face are all pushing me toward the edge at breakneck speed.

“Melody,” I groan with my forehead pressed to hers and our breaths mingling. “Melody, I’m close. You feel so good, baby. So perfect.”

She whimpers, and her inner muscles flutter around me. “Me too,” she gasps. “Wyatt, I’m going to...”

“Do it, baby,” I encourage, sliding my hand between us to find her clit and rubbing in time with my thrusts. “Come for me.”

A few more strokes, and she’s there. Her body tenses and then she shudders apart in my arms. The feel of her clenching around me and the sound of my name on her lips is my undoing.

With a guttural groan, I bury myself deep and let go, spilling inside her in hot pulses.Then I collapse onto her, careful to keep my weight on my forearms.

We lay like that for a long moment, catching our breath and basking in the afterglow. After a few minutes, I reluctantly slip out of her and roll to the side to gather her into my arms. She comes willingly and lays her head on my chest and wraps her arm around my waist. I press a kiss to her hair.

“That was...” she starts, her voice soft with wonder.

“Yeah.” No words can adequately capture what just happened between us. “It sure was.”

She lifts her head, her eyes finding mine in the dimness of the room. “What happens now?” she asks with a hint of uncertainty creeping into her voice.

I brush a strand of hair from her face and tuck it behind her ear. “Now,” I say, putting all the certainty I feel into my words, “we get some sleep. And in the morning, we figure it out. You and me.”

She searches my face for a long moment and then nods. “Okay.” A smile blooms on her lips and she snuggles back into my embrace. “I like the way that sounds. You and me.”